Chapter 4: Discovery
Tara's first show went remarkably well. The audience loved her act, and she shone in the spotlight. For the next several weeks of travel, the story was the same, and soon, her act was something that drew customers.
"The dark dancing beauty that appeared from thin air." Trowa murmured late one night.
"What?" Relena stirred from sleep and looked up at him. Trowa ran his hand through her tangled blonde hair.
"Nothing, just speculations."
"You don't trust that girl, Tara, huh?" she laid her head on his chest.
"Not really," he sighed, "there is something about her that I just can't trust."
"You worry too much."
"Maybe I do."
"Go to sleep, Trowa." Relena yawned, cuddling him close. He laughed at her childish ways when she was tired. She fell back asleep quickly, but all Trowa could think about was how Relena would cling to him. It was seldom in a loving way lately, it was as if she was doing it to justify it in her mind. She left early the morning, as usual. Tara happened to be awake, she has been unable to sleep since 2a.m. and she was writing in a leather bound journal. She suddenly heard a door open and close, and she looked out of her window in the nick of time to see a young woman leave Trowa's trailer. Tara's face paled for a moment, then she smiled and started a new paragraph in her journal.
It seems that Trowa's lady friend is no longer a secret. I have
seen her at so many of our shows, so I don't know why I could
not make the connection. The young Relena Darlian, excuse me,
Peacecraft, has stolen his heart. Such a deceiver she is; I see
nothing good coming from this. I shall have to watch them
closely.
She shut her journal and looked out of the window again. She wondered why it was all taking place. Relena had been in the public eye with one Heero Yuy for quite some time. The idea perplexed her, but she knew she could try to uncover something soon. For the next few weeks she would see them sneak around, and there was no doubt in her mind that this was not a misunderstanding.
Tara waited until Relena made her retreat one morning. She tended to the horses that were stabled near Trowa's trailer. So that she could keep tabs on him. That night, they were to pack and leave, so she knew that Relena would not be visiting. Suddenly, she heard his door open, and he walked outside looking tired, his arms were laden with bedding. He left them in the wash house, and then walked back. He smiled at her when she waved and said good morning, then he went inside his trailer and Tara heard the shower start. She snuck into the trailer, looking among the old costumes for a moment, then entered Trowa's back apartment.
The first thing she noticed was that it was very clean. The bookshelf was organized, the closet and dresser tidy, the stripped pillows were even placed on the stripped bed as if it were formally made. There was a copy of Thoreau's Walden lying open on the bed as well, and it was the only thing that seemed out of place. She guessed that there was about ten minutes before he would be out of the shower. She picked up the copy of Walden and made herself comfortable in its place. There was a red bookmark toward the middle of the novel, so she where he left off, leaving the mark in its original place. Walden was not one of her favorite books, but she did enjoy reading it and had no qualms with reading it again. Seven minutes later, the shower stopped running, and she turned another page. Trowa stepped out of the shower clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist. He did not even notice the woman lying on his bed for a moment as he began to rummage through his closet.
"You have a very nice collection of books, Trowa." Tara had not even deviated her eyes from the pages as she made the observation. Trowa had no idea what to do for a moment. There was a woman, whom he still considered a stranger, lying in her revealing warm-up clothes on his bed, reading one of his books and not being in the least bit worried about him being so sparsely clothed. He finally managed to choke out an inquiry.
"What the Hell are you doing in here?" She folded the book down upon her chest and studied him, then closed it and put it aside.
"I can't help but be curious."
"Curious about what?"
"Curious about how a guy like you lives, what he is into, how he keeps himself," she giggled in a low tone, "you can't deny a girl that." She turned and lied on her side, trying to place like an innocent little kitten.
"I guess not, but still." Trowa was feeling a little nervous, but somehow he admired her unabashed behavior as unwelcome as it was.
"Besides," she laughed in that same husky tone, "I have just come to love your scent." She snuggled into one of the pillows for a moment, breathing in deeply. Trowa worried where all of this sudden attention was spurred from, but really disturbed him was the part of him that didn't even mind. Suddenly, she wrapped her fingers around something and sat up.
"Although," she mused, "it seems some flaxen-haired doe likes your scent too, oh well." She was holding up a long, golden strand of hair. Trowa's heart leapt into his throat. He instinctively lunged for it, but Tara ducked out of the way.
"Give that to me!" he pleaded.
"Your's and Relena's secret is safe with me," she laughed as he continued desperately to try and catch her, "I just want to know why, and since I know you won't tell me why right now, we will have to wait until later, eh?" With a final little laugh, she got out of the trailer and ran as fast as she could back to her own.
Trowa just sat down on the floor, his head in his hands, wondering how to fix this mess.
Tara's first show went remarkably well. The audience loved her act, and she shone in the spotlight. For the next several weeks of travel, the story was the same, and soon, her act was something that drew customers.
"The dark dancing beauty that appeared from thin air." Trowa murmured late one night.
"What?" Relena stirred from sleep and looked up at him. Trowa ran his hand through her tangled blonde hair.
"Nothing, just speculations."
"You don't trust that girl, Tara, huh?" she laid her head on his chest.
"Not really," he sighed, "there is something about her that I just can't trust."
"You worry too much."
"Maybe I do."
"Go to sleep, Trowa." Relena yawned, cuddling him close. He laughed at her childish ways when she was tired. She fell back asleep quickly, but all Trowa could think about was how Relena would cling to him. It was seldom in a loving way lately, it was as if she was doing it to justify it in her mind. She left early the morning, as usual. Tara happened to be awake, she has been unable to sleep since 2a.m. and she was writing in a leather bound journal. She suddenly heard a door open and close, and she looked out of her window in the nick of time to see a young woman leave Trowa's trailer. Tara's face paled for a moment, then she smiled and started a new paragraph in her journal.
It seems that Trowa's lady friend is no longer a secret. I have
seen her at so many of our shows, so I don't know why I could
not make the connection. The young Relena Darlian, excuse me,
Peacecraft, has stolen his heart. Such a deceiver she is; I see
nothing good coming from this. I shall have to watch them
closely.
She shut her journal and looked out of the window again. She wondered why it was all taking place. Relena had been in the public eye with one Heero Yuy for quite some time. The idea perplexed her, but she knew she could try to uncover something soon. For the next few weeks she would see them sneak around, and there was no doubt in her mind that this was not a misunderstanding.
Tara waited until Relena made her retreat one morning. She tended to the horses that were stabled near Trowa's trailer. So that she could keep tabs on him. That night, they were to pack and leave, so she knew that Relena would not be visiting. Suddenly, she heard his door open, and he walked outside looking tired, his arms were laden with bedding. He left them in the wash house, and then walked back. He smiled at her when she waved and said good morning, then he went inside his trailer and Tara heard the shower start. She snuck into the trailer, looking among the old costumes for a moment, then entered Trowa's back apartment.
The first thing she noticed was that it was very clean. The bookshelf was organized, the closet and dresser tidy, the stripped pillows were even placed on the stripped bed as if it were formally made. There was a copy of Thoreau's Walden lying open on the bed as well, and it was the only thing that seemed out of place. She guessed that there was about ten minutes before he would be out of the shower. She picked up the copy of Walden and made herself comfortable in its place. There was a red bookmark toward the middle of the novel, so she where he left off, leaving the mark in its original place. Walden was not one of her favorite books, but she did enjoy reading it and had no qualms with reading it again. Seven minutes later, the shower stopped running, and she turned another page. Trowa stepped out of the shower clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist. He did not even notice the woman lying on his bed for a moment as he began to rummage through his closet.
"You have a very nice collection of books, Trowa." Tara had not even deviated her eyes from the pages as she made the observation. Trowa had no idea what to do for a moment. There was a woman, whom he still considered a stranger, lying in her revealing warm-up clothes on his bed, reading one of his books and not being in the least bit worried about him being so sparsely clothed. He finally managed to choke out an inquiry.
"What the Hell are you doing in here?" She folded the book down upon her chest and studied him, then closed it and put it aside.
"I can't help but be curious."
"Curious about what?"
"Curious about how a guy like you lives, what he is into, how he keeps himself," she giggled in a low tone, "you can't deny a girl that." She turned and lied on her side, trying to place like an innocent little kitten.
"I guess not, but still." Trowa was feeling a little nervous, but somehow he admired her unabashed behavior as unwelcome as it was.
"Besides," she laughed in that same husky tone, "I have just come to love your scent." She snuggled into one of the pillows for a moment, breathing in deeply. Trowa worried where all of this sudden attention was spurred from, but really disturbed him was the part of him that didn't even mind. Suddenly, she wrapped her fingers around something and sat up.
"Although," she mused, "it seems some flaxen-haired doe likes your scent too, oh well." She was holding up a long, golden strand of hair. Trowa's heart leapt into his throat. He instinctively lunged for it, but Tara ducked out of the way.
"Give that to me!" he pleaded.
"Your's and Relena's secret is safe with me," she laughed as he continued desperately to try and catch her, "I just want to know why, and since I know you won't tell me why right now, we will have to wait until later, eh?" With a final little laugh, she got out of the trailer and ran as fast as she could back to her own.
Trowa just sat down on the floor, his head in his hands, wondering how to fix this mess.